Song | I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub |
Artist | Sublime |
Album | Gold |
作词 : Sublime | |
See, i chose this profession, so therefore, i earn beer. | |
(laughter) | |
Pretty much. | |
Got matches? | |
And i'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either. | |
Are you guys musicians? | |
We're magicians. | |
What kind of misic y'all play? | |
The kind that..i dunno. | |
Ask and so you shall recieve. | |
Whoo! | |
Reggae! | |
Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
I'm not too into reggae. | |
Why not? | |
Oh well... | |
I don't like it, that's why. | |
We play rock, blues. | |
Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? | |
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. | |
Oh. | |
I like a little of this kind of music. | |
Yeah? | |
Yeah. | |
I like jazz, blues. | |
Oh, jazz is great. | |
I'm not too into rap. | |
I really don't like that rap. | |
Rap? rap. | |
I like oldies. | |
Some rock, some hard rock. | |
I even like a little mexican music. | |
Don't understand the shit they're sayin'. | |
Don't understand nuthin', but i like it. | |
Now, the indian music. | |
Now that's somethin' to trip off of! | |
Acid. | |
Because every song is like... | |
You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. | |
Uh-huh. | |
I'll bet you trip hard. | |
Acid. | |
Oh, he's got it goin' on. | |
Don't you go near ya hand... | |
Yeah. | |
Everyday. | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
Everyday i say, oh please don't lie. | |
We gotta leave. | |
I swear. | |
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? | |
Ah-hah. | |
I never said i thought you were stupid either. | |
He ain't got nuthin' on there. | |
Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. | |
I don't evn have 20 cents. | |
I don't even have...uh... | |
If i had 20 cents a dollar like you... | |
I'd spend the last one... | |
This guy's got 20 cents, i'd bet you. | |
My wallet's inside. | |
Yeah, right, c'mon. | |
Yeah, c'mon, you got money. | |
Yeah, you got cash. | |
Yeah, we know you got money, man. | |
Actually, i think i have a buck. | |
Give her the fuckin' quarter! | |
We checked you out, we know you... | |
Whoo! | |
Reggae! | |
Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
I'm not too into reggae. | |
C'mon down. | |
One more time. | |
C'mon down. c'mon down. | |
Yeah. | |
Go down and see your baby now. | |
No. | |
We love you, yeah. | |
When i heard the verdict the first time, i was sitting there. | |
Yeah. | |
Fuck. | |
Can't go in there. | |
Fuck. | |
I know he wasnt.. | |
I immediately gave him all my money. | |
Fuck. | |
I know he wasn't. | |
I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. | |
You can stay here. | |
Hey man. | |
On that one. | |
You got a good samaritan here. | |
The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk | |
In public. | |
What's goin' on? | |
I'm gonna break down the... | |
He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work. | |
You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. | |
Laaa...got a night down... | |
Yah. | |
Who's this guy? | |
2x that's opie. | |
Opie. | |
Opie is our master. | |
Who's this guy? | |
That's opie. | |
Yah. | |
Who's this guy? | |
2x that's opie. | |
5x opie. | |
2x that's opie. | |
5x opie. | |
And opie is our master. | |
I am the master. | |
He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know. | |
He created this. | |
Knock me out. | |
Master of the mother-fucker. | |
Wait, i have one. | |
Try that. | |
He usually doesn't speak. | |
Like, every 2 weeks. | |
He speaks in tounges. | |
Oh, in tounges. | |
He only speaks every 2 weeks. | |
(incoherent rambeling) | |
Hey, y'all meet raleigh? | |
This is like, speaking in tounges... | |
Whoo! |
zuò cí : Sublime | |
See, i chose this profession, so therefore, i earn beer. | |
laughter | |
Pretty much. | |
Got matches? | |
And i' m not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either. | |
Are you guys musicians? | |
We' re magicians. | |
What kind of misic y' all play? | |
The kind that.. i dunno. | |
Ask and so you shall recieve. | |
Whoo! | |
Reggae! | |
Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
I' m not too into reggae. | |
Why not? | |
Oh well... | |
I don' t like it, that' s why. | |
We play rock, blues. | |
Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? | |
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. | |
Oh. | |
I like a little of this kind of music. | |
Yeah? | |
Yeah. | |
I like jazz, blues. | |
Oh, jazz is great. | |
I' m not too into rap. | |
I really don' t like that rap. | |
Rap? rap. | |
I like oldies. | |
Some rock, some hard rock. | |
I even like a little mexican music. | |
Don' t understand the shit they' re sayin'. | |
Don' t understand nuthin', but i like it. | |
Now, the indian music. | |
Now that' s somethin' to trip off of! | |
Acid. | |
Because every song is like... | |
You' d better be trippin' pretty hard. | |
Uhhuh. | |
I' ll bet you trip hard. | |
Acid. | |
Oh, he' s got it goin' on. | |
Don' t you go near ya hand... | |
Yeah. | |
Everyday. | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
Everyday i say, oh please don' t lie. | |
We gotta leave. | |
I swear. | |
You should get a real one, man, what' s your fuckin problem? | |
Ahhah. | |
I never said i thought you were stupid either. | |
He ain' t got nuthin' on there. | |
Can one of y' all spare 20 cents. | |
I don' t evn have 20 cents. | |
I don' t even have... uh... | |
If i had 20 cents a dollar like you... | |
I' d spend the last one... | |
This guy' s got 20 cents, i' d bet you. | |
My wallet' s inside. | |
Yeah, right, c' mon. | |
Yeah, c' mon, you got money. | |
Yeah, you got cash. | |
Yeah, we know you got money, man. | |
Actually, i think i have a buck. | |
Give her the fuckin' quarter! | |
We checked you out, we know you... | |
Whoo! | |
Reggae! | |
Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
I' m not too into reggae. | |
C' mon down. | |
One more time. | |
C' mon down. c' mon down. | |
Yeah. | |
Go down and see your baby now. | |
No. | |
We love you, yeah. | |
When i heard the verdict the first time, i was sitting there. | |
Yeah. | |
Fuck. | |
Can' t go in there. | |
Fuck. | |
I know he wasnt.. | |
I immediately gave him all my money. | |
Fuck. | |
I know he wasn' t. | |
I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. | |
You can stay here. | |
Hey man. | |
On that one. | |
You got a good samaritan here. | |
The motherfuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk | |
In public. | |
What' s goin' on? | |
I' m gonna break down the... | |
He' s really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn' t work. | |
You should get a real one, man, what' s you fuckin' problem. | |
Laaa... got a night down... | |
Yah. | |
Who' s this guy? | |
2x that' s opie. | |
Opie. | |
Opie is our master. | |
Who' s this guy? | |
That' s opie. | |
Yah. | |
Who' s this guy? | |
2x that' s opie. | |
5x opie. | |
2x that' s opie. | |
5x opie. | |
And opie is our master. | |
I am the master. | |
He' s so smart, he' s the smartest guy we know. | |
He created this. | |
Knock me out. | |
Master of the motherfucker. | |
Wait, i have one. | |
Try that. | |
He usually doesn' t speak. | |
Like, every 2 weeks. | |
He speaks in tounges. | |
Oh, in tounges. | |
He only speaks every 2 weeks. | |
incoherent rambeling | |
Hey, y' all meet raleigh? | |
This is like, speaking in tounges... | |
Whoo! |